11 comments/ 102827 views/ 23 favorites More of Sweet Catherine By: coolomon "Well, what does it matter if they turn up at the same hotel, sweetheart? It's not even definite, and at worst it would be one evening over dinner." "But you promised..." Catherine sulked. "You said it would be just us and you weren't even going to carry a cell phone." "But it will be just the two of us," Len consoled genuinely. He had no intention of allowing work to intrude on their first weekend away without the baby but there was just this one client who he couldn't entirely put off. It was the only case he hadn't been able to tidy up and it was huge in terms of ongoing business for the firm. "I promise I won't carry my cell, darling. And if they do show up -- and I really don't think they will -- then it won't even be dinner. I'll see them for after dinner drinks and get rid of them in the time it takes you to soak in your bath!" Catherine picked up her husband's cell phone and flipped it open. She showed him the screen and gave him a look. It was on and in full service. "So turn it off," he implored. "It hasn't rung since we left home this morning has it?" She turned it off and put it down, smiling sweetly... "You know I'm going to make it worth your while, don't you?" Len glanced from the road with an eyebrow lifting. "Worth my while, huh?" She blushed a little. "Uh huh..." Catherine slapped at her husband's hand as he tried to feel her leg. "Hey, look, there's a rest stop," she said. Len had mentioned finding a gas station with a toilet. There were two other cars parked, both empty. The toilet was a small brick building down a narrow footpath. Len walked down the pathway and as he entered the men's room he immediately recognised the sound of a blowjob in progress. There were two cubicles. One had a closed door and the other had a fat man pressed against the wall with his cock quite obviously poking through a hole. He turned to look at Len but was about to cum and did so while Len stood there watching in amazement. Len used the urinal and quickly washed his hands. The fat guy left the toilet and a thin, pasty skinned man of about fifty emerged from the other cubicle. When he saw Len he paused and waited by the open door. Len hurried back up the path to where Catherine was waiting by the car. "Do you want me to drive for a while?" she asked. "Yeah -- let's go," Len replied, getting in and watching for the guy to come from the toilet. He still couldn't believe what he had just seen. "I hope there's a roadhouse or something soon," Catherine said as she backed the car out. "I'm starting to get hungry. Are you?" "Yeah, I could eat. Except I just saw something that turned my stomach a bit." "What? Back there?" "Yeah... That fat guy who came from the toilet had just received a blowjob from another man." "Really?" "Yes -- really! There was a gloryhole in the wall and he got sucked off through it by the guy who must have been from that other car... I think he would have done me too if I wanted it." Catherine laughed. "Oh shit! And did you?" "Did I what?" "Did you want it?" "Hell no!" "But you watched them?" Catherine pressed with interest. "No I didn't watch them! I walked in right when the guy was blowing his load... Then I used the toilet and walked out." "Oh my god," Catherine went on in amusement. "You hear about things like that but I didn't think it actually happened." "Yeah, well, I've seen a few gloryholes before but that's a first for seeing one being used." Len paused in thought for a moment before adding, "You know, it reminds me of some of the hot things we've done..." "It reminds you of them?" Catherine questioned cautiously. "Yeah -- it just reminds me... In a good way." "What do you mean, in a good way?" "Well, just that it reminded me of how hot you used to be when we fooled around," Len said, feeling his wife's bare thigh again. She had on a thin summer dress -- quite short. "What do you mean, how hot I used to be? Aren't I hot anymore?" "Yes, you're hot! Of course you are, sweetheart... I mean -- don't you ever think about what we used to do and get turned on by it?" Catherine took a moment to respond. She was blushing as she spoke. "Yes I get turned on by it but you said we're not doing anything like that anymore." "Well, I'm not suggesting we should," Len assured warmly. "It's just that some of the things we did were every bit as crazy as those guys with their gloryhole... I mean -- if that had been a woman on the other side of the wall it would have been hot." Catherine drove along in silence for another long moment before speaking again. "I think about the old guy, Frank, the most. You know the one they called Uncle Frank?" "Yeah -- I know the one," Len replied, swallowing dryly. "He was pretty damned forceful, wasn't he." "Uh huh... I can still feel him holding me down sometimes." Len shifted in his seat to make room for his cock expanding in his pants. "How do you mean, you can still feel him?" "I don't know... Just sometimes when I'm thinking about what happened and I close my eyes." After another long moment Catherine added, "And sometimes I can still feel old Karl from next door because of how deep he used to be in me." Len folded his hands in his lap to conceal a full erection from his wife. After a while he got the pictures out of his mind and his erection subsided. An hour later they came upon a roadhouse and stopped for lunch. Then switching back to the driver's seat mid afternoon he was left alone with his thoughts as Catherine slept. It had been over three years since the last time he had allowed another man to have sex with Catherine, and during that time he had been settled with the idea that it was all in the past -- more or less a phase of their life that had been exciting but definitely a one off... He had no intention of ever letting something like that happen again, especially since Catherine had fallen pregnant the last time and their son had a strong resemblance to one of the men involved. Yes, Len had no intention of letting that happen again but the thought of it was so arousing as he reached across and touched the hem of his wife's dress. He lifted it and folded it back until he could see the crotch of her panties. They were pink and he could see them furrowed between her pussy lips... He left her hem folded up so he could glance across and have a look as he drove on through a quaint little village and slowed as he passed a line up of parked trucks with several drivers chatting by the roadside. Not that they would have been able to see anything through the heavily tinted windows -- but the thought of them catching a glimpse was exciting. It was a warm afternoon and after driving since five that morning Catherine was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. Len fixed her dress a little by folding the hem back down, but he then tugged the sides up a bit to expose the sweet little pink triangle between her slender thighs again. He had adjusted the dress to make it seem like it had ridden up of its own accord -- just in case Catherine woke... Len wasn't sure what he was thinking but the thrill of having a nice sneaky view while he was driving along was keeping his cock semi firm and feeling good. And with Catherine having slumped a little in her seat her panties had stretched up even tighter, cutting in and making a very nice little camel toe. So Len was merrily driving along for an hour or so enjoying his secret peep show before there was suddenly a line up of cars and trucks stopped on the road. He pulled up on the end of the line and could see people out of their vehicles standing on the road looking further ahead. There was a man in road worker gear strolling along chatting to every one -- obviously informing people of what the problem was up ahead. Len wound down his window when the guy approached. He leant down nodding a greeting and his eyes flashed across at Catherine before he spoke. Len suddenly remembered he had his wife's panties exposed. It was too late to do anything about it. "Err... we've got a breakdown on a bridge up ahead," the guy started, and his eyes rolled across for another look at Catherine's crotch as he added, "probably be half hour or so..." He stood and was about to move along to the next car. "What's broken down?" Len asked. "What sort of vehicle is it?" It was a pointless question but it was all he could think of quickly. The guy leant back down and his gaze flashed across to Catherine's panties again. "It's umm... it's one of our cranes... The service crew are there but it's going to take a while." Len nodded acknowledgment and broke eye contact, allowing the workman to have another look across at Catherine. He lingered for a moment and Len glanced up and caught him blatantly staring that time but he quickly stood and moved along. There were cars and trucks lining up behind and people getting out to stretch and chat. Catherine remained sound asleep and Len set his seat back and closed his eyes. A few minutes later he saw the workman again -- that time with a co-worker, and they strolled slowly past the passenger side of the car and stopped fairly close by. Len had turned the car off and without the air-conditioner running it was getting a bit warm. He used that as an excuse to justify to himself that he needed to lower the passenger side window -- to get some air flow... As the tinted glass lowered the bright sunlight lit up Catherine's milky white thighs and illuminated the soft pink triangle between them. The two workmen weren't talking. They were standing with folded arms right beside the open window. Len could only see to their shoulders but he knew they would be looking down into his wife's lap and as he rested back in his seat his cock expanded to full erection again. The two workmen never moved from their spot. One of them had a two-way and spoke on that a few times and they chatted between themselves a bit, but Len could hear the obvious distraction in their voices. Catherine even stirred at one point and parted her legs slightly, and when she did that, the guy who was talking swallowed hard. It was more than half an hour before the line up in front started rolling and the two workmen never moved from beside the car the whole time. When Len started the engine Catherine stirred, quickly glancing up at the two workmen as the car started moving. "Where are we?" she asked sleepily. "Was I out for long?" "A couple of hours... I think we should start looking for a motel for the night. What do you think?" " Okay, it's nice here." Catherine agreed as she sat up fixing her hair and tugging her dress down. "What lake is that?" There was a huge expanse of perfectly still water to one side of the road. "I don't know, sweetheart. But what about that?" Len asked, pointing to a billboard advertising a guesthouse in 20 miles. *** The Lakeside Guesthouse was owned and operated by a tall, well built man of 45 named Carter. It was a little out of the way though and didn't do much business. There was a small room in the basement where Reg, the local handyman/gardener, lived in exchange for watching reception sometimes and keeping up the grounds and gardens. Carter tossed his boat keys in the draw and slapped old Reg on the back, interrupting The Odd Couple on TV. "Who owns the car, Reg?" "Customers... Some dude and a pretty young blonde. I put them upstairs in three." "Good. How long?" "Just for the night." Carter went into the kitchen to check on supplies for dinner and breakfast." Where's Toby?" he called out. "Gone to town. He should be back soon," Reg called back. Toby was Reg's son. He was a 24 year old giant with the mind of a child who shared the small room in the basement and mowed lawns and did all the heavy work for his father. The guesthouse had four rooms -- two downstairs and two upstairs with a view across the lake. Carter occupied room one because in the ten years he had owned the place it had never been full. Reg was watching TV in the office but there was also a huge open dining and living room on the ground floor, and upstairs there was another sitting room that opened to a balcony that was actually suspended above water. The grounds of the property were expansive and resembled a lightly timbered park, kept immaculately groomed by Reg and Toby. "My god, this is beautiful," Catherine called to her husband. She had found the balcony and was looking out across the lake. Len approached and put his arms around her from behind. She leant back against him and he nuzzled her neck. "Looks like we've got the floor to ourselves too." He felt her tits and her hands closed over his in slight protest. His erection was pressing into her back. "And what's got into you all of a sudden?" She asked. "Hey, you can't undress me out here..." He was pulling her dress from her shoulders and she clutched at it with her arms folding across her breasts. "Why? There's no one else here... Or are you worried that old guy might see you?" "Well he might walk in any minute. This is a common area," Catherine pointed out. "So what if he does. I like showing you off," Len went on, kissing his wife's shoulder and neck. "But you said we're not going to do anything like that anymore..." "Well, I don't mean we should 'do anything' -- just maybe some teasing... Maybe you could wear something revealing at dinner tonight. What do you think?" Catherine didn't answer. She held to the top of her dress, keeping it from falling away from her breasts, and remained leaning back against her husband while he ground his cock into her bottom. "Well, what do you think?" he asked again. "Do you want to wear something to show off your titties tonight?" "You know I will if you want me to," Catherine replied softly. "It's up to you if you want to show me to other men -- you know that..." "Yeah, I know that," Len said warmly as he fixed her shoulder straps back into place. He then felt up under the front of her dress and found she was wet between the legs. He kissed her as he fingered her and she moaned softly into his mouth. So he took her into their room and fucked her. There was a knock at the door when he was fixing his clothes back into place. Catherine's dress was on the floor and she was completely naked on the bed. She pulled the sheet to cover herself. "Hello there. Just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Carter -- your host... If there's anything you need don't hesitate, and dinner will be about half an hour." Carter shook the guy's hand and nodded to the blonde woman in bed. He could see from her hair and from the way she was holding onto the sheet that she had nothing on and that she had just been fucked. "Half his luck," he said to himself as he went back downstairs to the kitchen and dinner preparations. When the couple came downstairs half an hour later the woman had on a sky blue stretch cotton halter-neck dress that hugged her slender body. It ended mid-thigh and there were no panty lines. She was also quite obviously braless with her, probably c-cup, tits sitting firmly but wobbling and jiggling about as she walked. Carter lifted his eyes from her tits and met her blush, and as she lowered her eyes he looked her up and down once more, appreciating her lovely firm looking ass as she turned to take her seat. The husband had been busy looking at the antique photographs framed on the wall. "These are amazing," he said, thumbing back over his shoulder as he turned around. "Yeah -- they're from around the turn of the last century. You should have a look around the village before you leave tomorrow. You can still see the old wharf and some of those buildings." Carter was pouring wine as he spoke, and watching the wife's nipples firm up. They had been visible before but still obviously soft and relaxed. As he watched they firmed to hard little points and he could even see the texture of the areola through the thin fabric. Carter of course ate in the kitchen with Reg and Toby and left the guests with the main dining room. He checked on them regularly though and after dinner he ended up staying for a glass of wine. Reg and Toby had gone to bed early, as they always did, and it was nice to have company. "How about some music?" Len asked after a third bottle of wine had been opened. Carter tuned through the few radio stations. "What sort?" "That's it -- perfect!" Len called to some slow dance music and he took his wife in his arms and danced into the middle of the big open room. Carter sat on the sofa and watched them sway cheek to cheek through a couple of songs. "Come on, your turn," the husband then said and ushered Catherine forth. Carter immediately accepted the invitation and claimed her. She was warm and smelled beautiful. Her skin was like silk and the feel of her bare back sent a pulse of blood to his cock, which subsequently firmed against her hip. He was only wearing a thin t-shirt himself so the feel of her tits against his chest didn't help. And then as he pulled her closer her thighs parted against one of his and he could feel the heat from her pussy through his jeans. The husband had kicked back on the sofa and didn't appear too concerned, and Catherine had surrendered to Carter's hold and rested submissively against him. And holding her as close as he was, his arm was all the way around her and his fingers were pressed into the side of her breast. He could feel the soft roundness of it quite distinctly but he was afraid to move his fingers and had to resist the urge to actually feel her up. They danced through three or four songs before the news came on the radio and broke the trance Catherine had fallen into. She could feel the thickness of the cock pressed against her belly and she knew she was wet between the legs again. She wondered if her husband was going to want her to go any further but he seemed to be dosing off. "I think we had better go to bed. It's been a long day," she explained to their host, and she followed her husband upstairs, just glancing back once to find the man looking at her legs. "Good night," she said sweetly. "Thank you for the dance." *** "It really is beautiful here," Catherine said to her husband as she sat there in bed watching the morning sun glisten from the lake. "That was a good feed last night too," Len suggested, yawning and sitting up as well. "Well, why don't we just stay here?" Catherine asked. "I wouldn't mind a nice peaceful few days here instead of the resort." "Really? Are you serious?" "Yes -- why not? We could see what's in the village. Maybe some nice restaurants... It's got to be set up for tourists with a lake as beautiful as that." "Well, I guess we could," Len agreed. "We could just drop off the planet for a few days I suppose... To hell with work huh!" Catherine snuggled up. "I would really make it worth your while if you don't tell the firm where we are and if you leave that phone turned off." "Hmm... really worth my while huh?" Len kissed his wife softly. "And what if I wanted to show you off some more?" She moaned into his mouth. "Uh huh... if you want to you can show me off." "How about letting that guy from last night have a look at these this morning then?" Len went on, feeling his wife's breasts. "Okay," she said, panting a little as another kiss ended. "What should I wear?" "Your white blouse with the top buttons undone. The plain one that opens up nicely, and without a bra... Maybe with a short skirt and some classic white panties. We could let him have a look at those too -- just for a tease." "Oh, you mean like those two road worker men yesterday?" "What! You knew?" "Of course I did." "But you were asleep!" "Len -- honey -- I'm a mommy with a young child. I'm never that asleep!" More of Sweet Catherine "Hmm... I'd better go see if we can have the room for the weekend," Len suggested and he quickly dressed and went down to the office. He stayed chatting with the guy until Catherine appeared at the top of the stairs in her little chequered skirt and white blouse. He could see her nipples through the fabric and the guy, Carter, was standing there with his mouth hanging open as she walked down the stairs. Catherine walked right over to Len and he put his arm around her. Looking down at her he could see a bare breast through the open blouse, and as good mornings' were exchanged and breakfast was discussed he gathered the fabric at her side in his fingers and opened the blouse even more. Carter's eyes had flashed down a few times. "Or I could serve your breakfast upstairs on the balcony if you like..." His eyes lowered again and his head tilted slightly. Catherine was blushing and Len nuzzled her neck, deliberately looking away so the guy could have a little freedom. "Would you like to eat upstairs, sweetheart?" he asked, perhaps overdoing the smooching a bit but he could see the guy was staring directly at a bare tit. Later, at breakfast, their eager host took several opportunities to enjoy the view over Catherine's shoulder. He was getting more and more bold and Len met his glance at one point where they both understood what was happening. Then when Catherine was in the bathroom and the guy returned to clear the table Len took a deep breath and spoke as evenly as he could manage, "I don't mind if you enjoy looking at her," he started. And when the guy looked up Len smiled. "At first it was a matter of getting used to it because of the way she turns heads. Then I started enjoying the fact that she's mine and every other guy wants her. Now it's, well, arousing I guess -- to be blunt." "I know what you mean," Carter said, as cool as you like. "I've even done a bit of swinging with some of my ex-girlfriends." "No shit? So have we!" "Yeah, it's an amazing feeling watching your woman being looked over by another guy isn't it. Even if it doesn't go any further than that it's certainly arousing!" Catherine returned from the bathroom and sat down. That time Carter blatantly looked down her front and when she looked up he winked and she turned bright red. "It's all right sweetheart, we were just talking about showing our ladies off and it seems our host has done some of that himself." "Oh," Catherine uttered, peering up again and still blushing. "Nice tits," Carter said to her, still as cool as... "Thank you," she answered, looking down at herself and fiddling nervously with the front of her blouse before looking up again. "May I?" Carter said to Len as he motioned with his hand, and Len nodded while Catherine's eyes widened and she sucked in a breath. The guy then slipped his hand down her blouse and felt her tit... Catherine started panting immediately as he squeezed it and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Awesome," he said grinning over at Len. Carter then released Catherine's tit as suddenly as he had groped it and collected the last of the things from breakfast. "There's a sandy beach and a good spot for swimming on the property. It's very private, only you might see old Reg and his son, Toby, working on the grounds. Don't take too much notice of Toby -- he's a little bit backward -- just a big kid and very friendly, though difficult to get a word out of... And I have a boat if you feel like having a look at the village. It's a nice little cruise -- only about fifteen minutes... Anytime you want, just let me know. " "Thanks," Len said as he left the room. Catherine was still in shock at being felt up like that. Ever since she had the baby her breasts had been so sensitive and that was the first time since then a man other than Len had touched them. The sensation had gone directly to her belly and tingled between her legs. "I can't believe he just did that," she said to her husband. "Oh my god!" "Well, let's go and see about this sandy beach and see if that old guy wants a look too," Len said with a grin. "It's warm enough for a swim." Catherine changed into a bikini and sundress. She strolled around the gardens with her husband and then across the lawn to the edge of the water and a small beach of sand with the ripples of crystal clear water lapping gently ashore. She took off her sundress and laid out on a towel. There were a few boats on the lake and in the distance there was some water skiing. The beach was totally secluded from the road, being behind the house and otherwise surrounded by trees. After a while one of the gardeners appeared. He was a tall, well built man of perhaps mid-twenties. He was actually quite gorgeous, Catherine thought. "That must be Toby," Len suggested. He was watering plants in the garden and frequently looking over. He had a huge smile on his face. Len took the tanning lotion and rubbed some into Catherine's shoulders. "Do you want to take your top off?" he whispered into her neck. The big guy was close enough to hear if he'd spoken out loud. There was still a big stupid grin pasted on his face and he was constantly looking over. "Go on, sweetheart -- let him have a look..." "Okay," Catherine uttered softly, and she pulled the string behind her back and behind her neck and pulled her bikini top from beneath her body. She then got up onto her knees feeling her face heat with redness as the man looked at her breasts. Reg adjusted his binoculars from the kitchen window and focused on the blonde woman's tits. She had her arms raised as she fixed a hair band that had slipped. Then she bent to her hands and knees to straighten her towel with her tits wobbling about beneath her body. Reg checked his boy and saw that he had stopped work and stood looking directly at her as well. He swung back to the woman and found her lying on her back with her tits flattening on her chest and her nipples erect. Len waved to the big guy and the big guy's grin broadened and he waved back. "Well, you certainly got his attention, sweetheart." "Is he still looking?" "Yeah, he sure is!" Toby went back to watering but stayed close and continued to stare at Catherine. When Len went in for a swim he came even closer and Catherine smiled at him, which caused him to go with the full face grin again and to wave. He was obviously harmless and although he was blatantly staring at Catherine's breasts she felt at ease. "It's a nice day isn't it?" she called over to him and he nodded and gave the big grin again, then his eyes moved to her legs. He had worked his way directly in front of her and she had her knees slightly apart. After checking what he was doing for a moment his gaze returned to her crotch and Catherine felt her belly tingling again as she noticed the size of his package. The outline of his penis was obvious in the leg of his shorts. It was huge. When Len returned from his swim Toby moved on and Catherine put her dress back on with Len refusing to let her have her bikini top. She spent the rest of the morning on the balcony with a book while Len slept. Carter took them to the village for lunch at a bar and on the way back he let Catherine have a drive of the boat but stayed close behind her. She found herself leaning back against him and looking over at her husband. She liked how firm his body was and the feel of his rather large hand resting upon her side. She wanted him to lift his hand and feel her breast again but with the slight movement he was making his thumb would barely press beneath and that was all. Rather than returning to the guesthouse the men decided to anchor off shore and have a swim. They stripped down to shorts and dived in. They both resurfaced and looked back waiting for Catherine to dive in too. She took a breath and lifted her sundress off, baring her breasts again. She then waited a moment while Carter had a look at them. "Yeah -- very nice," he said and she felt herself blushing. When Catherine dived in she surfaced between the two men and they both moved close. Len gathered her feet as she floated on her back and she found Carter's head at her shoulder. Her breasts were exposed upon the surface of the water and she watched Carter examine them while her husband gathered the sides of her bikini pants and pulled them from her legs. Catherine kept a thin landing strip and otherwise her pussy was smoothly shaved. She remained floating on her back while the men remained either side of her, both touching her gently and drifting along with her. Len had tossed her bikini pants into the boat and suddenly Carter tossed his shorts in as well. "It's only fair," he said with a grin. He then floated on his back and his erection surfaced. It was cut with a tapered head and not overly long but extremely thick. Catherine was biting her lip as she stared at it. When a hand started moving along her inner thigh though, she pushed away from the men and swam around to the other side of the boat. It was nice to swim nude -- a little naughty it seemed, but nice. Before long the men were back in the boat and she eventually had to return. She climbed back aboard and accepted the towel Carter handed her. She dried her body then stood facing him while drying her hair. "Should I leave my pants off and just put my dress on?" she asked. "That would be nice," Carter grinned. Len was sitting back watching with an erection tenting his shorts. Catherine had to reach for her dress and in doing that she bent over. Carter leant around to have a look in behind her legs. She glanced back over her shoulder and waited a moment while he had a look at her like that, then she pulled her dress on and sat with her husband. After dinner that night Catherine found herself being passed back and forth for dances again. She'd had a few glasses of wine and was feeling light headed. Len eventually came to what Catherine expected. "It would be good if you let him fuck you," he whispered as they swayed to some soft music. Catherine had been thinking about it all afternoon and evening and had planned what she wanted to do. "Okay," she uttered softly in response to her husband's desires. "But there's something I'd like to try that we've never done before." "And what's that?" Len asked, kissing her hair. "I'd like to actually sleep with you both... in bed together for the whole night." "What? Not with any bi stuff!" "No, of course not... I mean with me in the middle and you both having me." "Oh -- okay. Sounds like fun... Do you want to tell him or should I?" "Well, I'm not going to ask him!" Catherine said in horror. "If you want other men to have me is up to you to ask them." She gave her husband a parting kiss and added, "I'll be upstairs in bed waiting for whoever wants to have sex with me." She flashed a smile at Carter, who looked confused and just waved as she hurried past and up the stairs. Len approached Carter and sat beside him on the sofa. He didn't know quite how to word it. "She wants us to go up," he started awkwardly. "If you want to fuck her that is... Only she wants us both in bed with her together." Carted smiled. "Okay -- let's go." Catherine waited naked in bed with the sheet pulled up to her chin. She was actually shaking as she heard the men on the stairs. Then Carter and her husband walked through the open door and started undressing. "Which side do you want?" Carter asked Len. Len was standing to Catherine's left and indicated that was fine. He got into bed from that side and Carter slipped in under the sheet on the other side. Catherine's heart was pounding as her husband kissed her. She returned the passion in his kiss as the other man felt her breasts. Her head was then turned and she was being kissed by a stranger. "Do you want to go first?" Len asked the guy, and he nodded. "Yeah, do I have to pull out or anything?" They both looked to Catherine and she felt her blush. She shook her head, "no you don't have to pull out," she uttered as she was penetrated by Carter's middle finger. "Fuck she's wet," he said to Len, grinning as he worked her juices through the folds of her pussy and started nudging her legs open. Len was up on an elbow watching. Catherine could feel Carter's fingers twirling and stroking her hair. Her left leg was resting against her husband's body and she held his erection in her left hand. He leant over and kissed her again as Carter slipped lower and started sucking her nipples. "Are you okay?" Len asked. And Catherine nodded but Carter had worked his body between her legs. He worked his way back up from her breasts and as he did his cock penetrated her. Catherine moaned a little at the sudden thickness of it. "Oh god that's thick," she uttered as the guy surged and ground himself against her. She lifted her leg over her husband so she could spread wider and the guy immediately settled into a rhythm of short, powerful thrusts that were jolting Catherine's body and forcing her head against the headboard. She clung to him though, and ground her clit against the thick base of his shaft, and within a few minutes with her orgasm building nicely he suddenly convulsed and started cumming in her. His cock throbbed powerfully and the feel of it and the heat from his semen tipped Catherine over the edge. Her belly then clamped as a wave of ecstasy gripped her from within and exploded through her entire body, only to contract deep in her belly and explode again and again. She was left spent and tingling all over as the stranger continued rotating his hips and working his semi firm cock in and out of her. He had lifted his upper body and was watching her breasts as he fucked her, then he craned his neck downward and sucked on a nipple that was sooo sensitive and caused Catherine's belly to contract again. "Fuck she's tight," Carter said to Len with a grin. "She really crushed me when she came... Didn't you?" he added, kissing Catherine's lips. "You're so thick in me," she uttered. "Especially when you were finishing..." "Well, what I lack in length I make up for in girth," he smiled. "Most women seem to enjoy the different feeling." He rolled off and collapsed on his back. Len then rolled on top and Catherine reached down and guided him in. Len could feel how open his wife was. Her pussy was certainly stretched and it was extremely wet. He started fucking her with rapid thrusts and soon had his load building. She was holding him tight but she was obviously exhausted and intended to just get him to cum quickly. When he came she held him tight throughout and when he slumped she did too. He rolled off and lay on his back beside her. Catherine ended up facing her husband and cuddled up to his chest. She could feel the heat from the other man's body as she was dosing off though and experienced a little thrill at being between two men. Sometime through the night she woke to the feel of the guesthouse keeper massaging her breasts. She was still cuddled up to her husband's chest and the other man was spooned behind her back. His erection was pressing against her and as he started thrusting his hips she arched her back and presented him with access to her pussy. Carter found the little blonde wife to be slightly sticky but after he worked the tapered head of his cock into her he found that she was slick internally. He had to force his cock in a little at a time with the thickness of it sticking to her outer lips, but with each penetration he drew more of her hot fluids and soon had her completely slick. He then held onto her tits and fucked her nice and slow. Len had his wife's head resting upon his chest and he held her, stroking her hair as her body was being jolted from behind. She clung to his body with her fingernails digging in a little. He could tell from how firmly she was clawing him that she was enjoying the feel of another man humping her like that. After a while she nuzzled up to his ear and whispered, "I love you." Carter felt the inner walls of her pussy crush his shaft and begin to throb. He held firmly up her and let her orgasm run its course, just keeping hold of one of her tits and keeping a good hard pinch going on the nipple... When she started to relax he resumed fucking her and was soon pumping his second load into her... When he had finished he rolled over and went back to sleep. In the morning Len woke to find Carter getting dressed and Catherine in the shower. "I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow night," Carter said. "Oh okay... so..." "Yeah, just see old Reg for anything you need. He's pretty good in the kitchen." Len joined his wife in the shower and found bite marks on her breasts. "Did he do that?" "Uh huh... and he kept pinching my nipples really hard when he was in me." "Are they sore?" Len asked, feeling her gently from behind. "No... I actually liked it... It made it feel even more intense -- plus how much he was stretching me... I was feeling his thingy before and I couldn't even get my hand around it." "You were feeling it... When?" "Just now when he was in here with me." "What -- here in the shower with you? Did he fuck you again?" "No, he just washed me then sort of fingered me a little bit while I gave him a hand job with the soap." After breakfast Len and Catherine drove to the village to have another look around and when they got back they had a swim in the lake. Toby was working in the gardens again and Len made his wife take her top off and show him her breasts. Old Reg watched from the kitchen window with his binoculars again and formulated his plan for what he considered to be fair retribution. After lunch on the balcony Len started getting sleepy. He simply couldn't keep his eyes open and had to go to bed. Catherine had agreed to take down the dishes from lunch for old Reg and when she entered the kitchen he closed the door behind her. "So your old man's asleep?" Reg asked, leaning back against the closed door. He looked menacing with his folded arms and stern brow. Catherine's heart started pounding. "Umm... yes he's asleep, but..." "Yes, well I put a little something in his orange juice to help with that," Reg cut in. He motioned to a doorway that led down to the basement. "Come on down and we'll have a chat about how you've been teasing my boy." "But I..." Catherine's plea was cut short by the old man taking an iron grip to her arm and forcing her through the door. There was a stairwell and a room with two beds and a TV set on a dresser. Toby was sitting on one of the beds but as Catherine was pushed onto the other one he got up bobbing his shoulders and looking back and forth from his father to Catherine excitedly. Catherine's heart was in her throat. She was petrified and unable to get a sound out. "Now, personally I fully approve of attractive young women sunbathing topless but it looked an awful lot like you and that husband of yours were deliberately trying to tease young Toby here. Am I right?" He was indeed right and Catherine knew the look on her face was answering his question. She couldn't lie to save her life... "We didn't mean any... any harm," she managed to stammer, sobbing a little. Old Reg smiled. "And there's no harm done either! As long as the young fellow isn't left -- well -- shall we say -- high and dry!" Toby was staring at Catherine's legs. She had on a short lace skirt and it was hiked up displaying her panties. She tugged it down as she edged back against the wall. She thought about screaming for help. "The nearest neighbour is half a mile away and your husband wouldn't wake up if a bomb hit," Reg said easily, as if he had read Catherine's mind. "The only question is do you want it rough or are you going to co-operate?" "Co-operate with what?" Catherine sobbed. She knew what was about to happen though and her mind was ticking over the possibilities... If she fought she would probably be hurt and there was no way to run with the only avenue for escape being the stairwell where the old man was sitting. "Please don't hurt me," she pleaded, looking from the old man to the young giant standing over her. More of Sweet Catherine "He's not going to hurt you," Reg said calmly. There was even a hint of warmth and compassion in his tone. "Just start with taking your top off like you did out there..." Reg motioned for Toby to step back and he did so, giving Catherine some room to breathe. "Now, let's see those nice boobs," he said, putting his glasses on and moving a little closer beside his boy. Catherine expelled a ragged breath and took another. She then lifted the top she was wearing over her head and exposed her breasts. They shuddered upon her next breath and she sniffled a tear. "Go on, boy," Reg said, prodding Toby forward, and the child giant shuffled close to where Catherine was cringing in the corner. He then bent down and reached forward, feeling Catherine's right breast. His hand was course but his touch was gentle and Catherine couldn't help the sparks flittering through her body as he carefully felt her other breast and rubbed his thumb over the nipple. "That's it, boy, she likes that," Reg urged with encouragement and Toby grinned back over his shoulder then turned back to concentrate on what he was doing. "Lie down," Reg said to Catherine. "All the way down, flat on your back..." She complied immediately and when she did Toby's attention returned to her legs. "Oh god," she uttered as the boy's eyes lit up and he folded up the front of her skirt. Catherine's knees were trembling together. She couldn't look down at her body but she felt the coarseness of that hand against her inner thigh and then pressure against the crotch of her panties. "Pull them down, boy," that raspy old voice said and Catherine for some unimaginable reason lifted her butt so her panties could be removed more easily. "That's it, now spread her legs and lick her," old Reg instructed, and at that point Catherine's mind blurred out of focus. She felt her legs being parted and then there were fingers peeling the lips of her pussy open. There was a snuffling, grunting sound and suddenly there was a tongue slicing into her. She clung to the cotton blanket beneath her body and stared at the ceiling. The weight of the giant lying down on top of her forced the air from her lungs and then there was a fumbling of fingers between her legs and she was being penetrated. "Oh god," she moaned out loud as she felt the size of the young gardener's penis. He worked it in and out forcefully, penetrating deeper and deeper until Catherine felt the head of the thing pressuring her cervix. He was finally pressed against her down there and he started humping her wildly. He was jerking and thrusting awkwardly and the depth of his penetration was hurting but Catherine still felt an orgasm beginning to build. All too soon the big guy was ejaculating though. He was clamped between Catherine's legs convulsing and groaning in ecstasy while powerful bursts of cum were gushing. He finally stopped writhing around and his body slumped a little but Catherine could feel that his penis was still quite firm. Her orgasm had ebbed away unsatisfactorily but the guy started thrusting again and it began to build again. He was moving with less urgency and his action was smoother. His penis had softened just slightly and its penetration wasn't hurting anymore. Catherine began lifting and grinding against his thrusts but just when her belly was beginning to tighten towards her climax he let out another caveman like howl and jammed his fully erect member to the hilt, again causing enough pain to ruin the building sensations for Catherine, and all she could do was brace herself while she was being flooded with cum again. Toby got up and followed his father upstairs. Catherine was left lying there used and beginning to sob again. She sat up and found her top and panties. She pulled them on and crept up to the kitchen where she could see out the window that both men appeared to be getting ready to do some work in the garden. She rushed upstairs and got in the shower with cum running down the inside of her thighs. She washed it away and closed her eyes to the feel of her panties being pulled down, and then to the feel of that tongue and of the huge penis being forced into her. Her fingers vibrated against her clit as she felt the giant thrusting deep and hurting her, and that illusive orgasm quickly resurged and thumped through her belly. Catherine cuddled up to her husband's sleeping body and woke when it was dark. A few minutes after turning the light on there was a gentle knock at the door and she opened it to find a tray of food and the form of the old gardener vanishing back into the kitchen. Catherine was hungry and the food looked good. She imagined her penance had been paid and felt confident the food wouldn't be drugged or anything. Later that night with Len still sound asleep Catherine wore a t-shirt and panties and took the tray of dishes down to the kitchen. Her t-shirt didn't quite cover her panties and they were little lace ones that she usually wore to tease her husband. She put the tray on the sink and turned to see Toby standing in the doorway to the basement. She looked down at herself, plucking at the bottom of her shirt, then she looked back up at Toby. She walked over to him and he stepped aside to let her pass. He then followed her down stairs to where the old man was sleeping on one of the beds. She sat down on the other bed and scooted back as Toby knelt beside her. He immediately felt her breast through her shirt. "You have to be more gentle this time," she whispered. "Can you be very gentle for me?" Toby's grin broadened and he nodded. *** On the morning of their third day at the Lakeside Guesthouse Catherine woke up between her husband and the guesthouse proprietor. Her pussy was numb and her inner thighs were sticky. There was a huge wet spot beneath her where the cum had been leaking from her body. And she laid there staring at the ceiling and thinking about her baby -- about how much she was missing him. She shook her husband and when he opened his eyes she told him, "I want to go home now." "Now?" he said, yawning. "Yes - right now. Come on let's get up!" An hour later they were back on the highway with the lake vanishing in the rear view. And after a quiet morning of travel where Catherine had mostly sat gazing blankly out the window Len decided to try and find out what was on her mind. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" She nodded and glanced across offering a weak smile. "Is it just that you're missing little Matty? We'll be home tonight..." "I guess," Catherine mumbled, and there were suddenly tears welling in her eyes. "What is it?" Len asked with concern, and she sniffled. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" "I don't know. I just feel... Oh I don't know - it's nothing... I'm just being silly." Len knew what was wrong. It was something that seemed to rise up and overwhelm his wife from time to time. "Do you think there's any chance with one of those guys?" He asked warmly. "No! There's no chance because I wasn't ovulating." "Are you sure?" "Yes I'm sure! Do you think I don't know when I can and when I can't?" "Okay -- okay -- I'm sorry. Of course you would know... And I'm sorry it hasn't happened yet." Her little burst of frustration had ended and she smiled through her tears. "It's not your fault, Len. I know we've been trying." "Yeah but it probably is me," Len suggested thoughtfully. " Remember we were having sex without any protection for years and you didn't fall pregnant until those other guys were with you. And Matty's obviously not mine -- as we both know." "He is yours. He's ours!" Catherine argued with emotion. "Yes of course he's ours, and I love him like my own son but there's no doubt who his biological father is. That's all I'm saying." There was silence for a while before Len spoke again. "I might go and see a doctor this week and get checked out... There might be something I can do." "Really?" Catherine said, smiling fully that time. "Yes, really!" Len assured, squeezing his wife's hand. "I should have done it years ago." "Well okay!" Catherine chirped. "Now I'm happy!" There was another period of silence before Len spoke again. "So we're good now?" He glanced with a cheeky smile. "Yes we're good," Catherine responded quizzically. "Why?" "Well you know how you were saying you always wanted to try sleeping with two men... And you know how I did that for you even though it was kind of weird with another guy in the bed?" Catherine smiled through her blush. "Yes. So?" "Well, we'll be coming up to that rest stop soon and I've always wondered how it would feel to get a blowjob through a hole in the wall." Catherine laughed. "Well, that guy might be there again if you're lucky." "Yeah, sure, but I was sort of thinking you might like to do it for me... I don't think I could come at another guy down there -- pardon the pun." "Well, I guess if you promise to go to the doctor as soon as we get home... Like tomorrow that is!" Len had a big grin. "I promise..." A little later the rest stop came into view with one car parked. They pulled up and waited. There was a woman in the car and after a few minutes a man and young boy came from the men's toilet. "Come on," Len said, leading Catherine down the path. "Okay, but go in and make sure there's no one there." Len checked and then pulled his wife inside. She went into the stall and closed the door. Len unzipped and fed his cock through the hole... It was an incredible sensation to feel the warmth of Catherine's mouth and he gained an erection instantly. "Wow," she giggled. "That's impressive." The hole was big enough for her to lick and suck his balls a little and she did that while stroking with her soft little fingers. She brought Len along and had him surging towards climax when a fat guy in shorts and a t-shirt appeared at the door to the stall. Len was startled by his presence but it was too late and he started cumming hard. "You all done there?" the guy asked. He was feeling his cock through his greasy shorts, thumbing the head and working it. Len backed out of the stall and saw the fat guy feed his cock through the hole. There was a moment where time paused and then Len came out of shock and was about to tell the guy to forget it. But the guy suddenly gripped the top of the wall. "Awe fuck yeah," he groaned, and he pressed his gut hard over the hole trying to get his full length through. Len backed away and stayed at the wash basin listening to the slurping and sucking sounds until the guy let out a loud groan that signalled he was finally ejaculating. He walked past Len and returned to his truck. Once back in the car Len asked his wife the obvious. "So... did he cum in your mouth?" "Uh huh." "And did you swallow like a good little gloryhole slut?" Catherine smiled out her window. "Of course..." There was another period of silence before Len spoke again. "You know that guy who is obviously Matty's biological father, sweetheart... I was thinking - what about if we got together with him again... Maybe see about giving Matty a full brother or sister?" It took Catherine a while to respond, and what she said was measured. "How would you feel about that?" "I've actually thought about it before," Len confessed, and that caused his wife to turn in her seat and look at him. "Have you really?" she asked softly. "I have too... Lots of times!" "So why don't we?" Len went on. "But just with him and not like last time." "Yes -- just with him," Catherine enthused. "We could call him as soon as we get home, and maybe next weekend..." "Is that the right time?" Len asked. "Next week?" "It's perfect! I'll have to watch my temperature to know for sure but it should be exactly next weekend." "Okay then," Len smiled. "I'll give him a call and probably scare the hell out of him with news of little Matty." *** Matt Sydney sat his horse on the edge of the cliff overlooking the ocean. He had spent the morning working racehorses and was enjoying a relaxing ride on his favourite, old Milo. His cell phone rang and he flipped it open. "Hello!" "Hello. Is that Matt?" "Yes. Speaking..." "Yeah, Matt, It's Len, Catherine's husband. Do you remember we spent some time with you at a horse farm a few years ago?" "Hell yes, I remember! Jesus! How are you? How's Catherine?" "Good! Real good... We actually have some news for you... After our visit it turned out Catherine was pregnant, and we think -- well, actually we're pretty sure you're the father." Matt swallowed hard. His throat had suddenly dried up. "Umm... okay -- that's good -- I think... Is that good or bad? I think it's pretty cool..." "Yeah -- look, don't worry. We probably should have told you two years ago... We're okay with everything." "Boy or girl?" Matt asked. "A boy! Catherine even named him Matthew... She says she knew when she conceived and you were the one... Plus the kid looks just like you." "Well this is great! Awesome! Do I get to meet the little fellow?" "Sure! That's why I'm calling... How about we get together on the weekend? We could meet up somewhere." "Well, I'm living at the farm these days so that's only a few hours drive. I could come see you all at home." "Or we could drive up there to the farm for the weekend if you'll have us," Len suggested. "Hell yes! Anytime, buddy..." "Okay... So, we'll see you Friday night." Matt snapped his phone shut. "Jesus! I'm a father!" That was on the Tuesday. By Friday afternoon he was a nervous wreck pacing back and forth on the veranda watching for a cloud of dust on the horizon that would indicate a car had turned off the road onto his driveway. And when it finally appeared his legs turned to jelly and he started feeling sick. And when the car pulled up at the bottom of the steps, there strapped in the back seat was a child that he immediately recognised as his own. Catherine was in his arms though and after hugging him silly she kissed him squarely on the lips. "Is anyone else here?" she asked. "Uncle Frank's not here is he?" "No -- just me and old Gus down at his house." He could feel Catherine's body through the thin summer dress she was wearing. She had no bra or panties on, although she had something scrunched in her hand that could have been panties. She pulled him inside the house as he was calling a hello to Len. She led him up the hall. "Which is your bedroom?" she asked, and when he indicated which one she led him in there and pushed him back on the bed. Matt ended up propped there on his elbows as she dropped to her knees and started undoing his jeans. She was smiling through her blush. "Is this all right?" she asked sweetly. "Sure it is," Matt said in reply. She had his cock out and she took it in her mouth. "Yeah, that's definitely all right..." She was sucking the head and lashing it with her tongue and then bobbing her head and using her lips to stroke the shaft. He was fully erect within a minute or so. "I want you to fuck me," she said as she released his cock and climbed up over his body. "You want to fuck me don't you?" Matt flipped her onto her back and hiked her dress up over her tits. He sucked on one while pushing his jeans down his thighs. "I'm already sooo wet Matt," Catherine uttered. "and you're driving me crazy... could you just put it in me... please?" She was more than wet -- she was slick, and extremely hot. And internally she was on fire and her inner walls clamped around his cock. "Ohhhh god I've been wanting... mmmm OHHHH Fuck me!!!" Catherine moaned into his mouth as he tried to kiss her. And she smiled as she whispered in his ear "Like Kid Rock says, fuck me like we're strangers." Matt's jeans were still around his thighs but they were down far enough to clear his balls, and his balls were soaked in Catherine's hot juices and slapping against her butt with each thrust of his hips. Her body convulsed in orgasm almost immediately but he fucked her through that and jammed up inside of her as hard as he could to shoot his load. She held his butt and ground her boiling hot gash against the base of his cock, and he pumped a massive load of sperm into her. After he had finished ejaculating he was being pushed off and he laid there watching Catherine wriggle into the panties she had in her hand. "We had better go and help Len - and you have to meet Matty," she said, kissing him quickly and then crawling back over his body. "Come on," she said, smiling back from the open door. Len was carting all sorts of things into the house. There were bags, toys and a portable cot that Matt helped Len set up in the bedroom they would be using. "She jumped me, Len. Nothing I could do buddy -- sorry!" "No, that's okay. She said she was going to drag you into the bedroom as soon as we got here." "Oh... So that's cool then? You don't mind if we pick up from where we left off?" "No -- not at all... Help yourself all weekend. I think you'll find she's more than willing." Catherine came in and dumped her child into Matt's arms then stepped away to look back from beside Len. "See! Tell me he's not the image of Matt." "Actually, I've got some baby photos here somewhere and you'd swear this little fellow was in them," Matt said. "Oh, really! Can I see them?" Catherine enthused. "Yeah but I'll have to find them." "Well, let's look! I'll help," she went on excitedly. The whole thing was kind of surreal. Matt had a child sitting in the crook of his arm poking at his whiskery chin who was his own flesh and blood -- without a doubt. And Catherine was back, when he never expected to see or hear from her again -- and he had already fucked her. "Try that suit case in the corner," he said to her. There was an old leather case with things from when he moved from his parents home. "That's it -- the red and white album..." Len had joined in and Catherine opened the photo album on the bed. She found his baby photo page. "Yes! Look at that, Len!" "Yeah -- you called it," Len agreed. "There's no doubt about it," he added, slapping Matt on the back. "I knew all along," Catherine said sweetly, looking up at Matt. "I knew Matty was yours before he was born. I even know when I conceived." "It's true," Len said. "She said it was you all along -- right from when we found out she was pregnant." "Wow -- that's amazing," Matt offered, still trying to get his head around the fact that he was suddenly a daddy, and the baby was wriggling so Catherine took him saying he needed a bath and some dinner. Matt and Len had a beer on the veranda and were joined by the property caretaker, old Gus. Catherine came out after she had put Matty down. She looked beautiful in her clingy little dress with her tits jiggling around. Gus was all over her for hugs and kisses and his big gnarled old hands squeezed and explored a little as he rubbed and patted her affectionately. Catherine even stayed by his side for a while and he kept a hand around her and resting upon her side with his thumb pressing up under her breast. Gus stayed for dinner and had another squeeze of Catherine before he went home. She then went to her bath and Matt and Len had another beer and chat on the veranda. "So, how long are you staying?" "Tonight and Saturday night... We'll have to head off before lunch on Sunday. I've got work Monday." "That's good though. Plenty of time to catch up... We could go into town tomorrow for lunch." "So you're not expecting anyone up from the city this weekend?" Len asked pointedly. "Uncle Frank's not coming up, or either of his brothers?" "No. It's just me and Gus these days. You're not disappointed are you?" "No. I'm relieved actually... The mood Catherine's in they'd eat her alive and we were hoping it would be only you that umm..." Len paused awkwardly. "Well, the thing is, Catherine would like to have another baby and we've been trying for a fair while without any success." He took a breath and continued. "And we were hoping you might -- you know -- help out, so to speak."